Theme 52: A reason to love you
Today's theme:
A reason to love you1. Submit your drabble that fits this theme as a comment to this post. It should be between 100-300 words, if you go over/under a bit that's fine! If it's longer than say 400 words, I ask that you post on your journal or fanfiction.net and then submit the link to this post. If you find that your story is going to ( Read more... )
A reason to love you1. Submit your drabble that fits this theme as a comment to this post. It should be between 100-300 words, if you go over/under a bit that's fine! If it's longer than say 400 words, I ask that you post on your journal or fanfiction.net and then submit the link to this post. If you find that your story is going to ( Read more... )
Claim: fandom
Rating: PG-13
Drabbles completed so far: 20/100
Long fingers trail across his bare back, leaving pleasantly warm paths in their wake. "Loren," he murmurs into the crook of her elbow, and receives a contented hum in response. Her eyes blink open, very blue against the pale blue of the bed. "I believe," he says quietly, rolling to his side, "that human evolution got one thing very right."
She laughs, the sudden noise sharp and loud against his ears. The motion spurs several strands of loose blonde hair to fall in her face and she blows them away with a huff. "After all this time I still can't tell if you're being serious or just pretending to be."
He smiles. "Neither can I."
Grinning in return, she props herself up on her elbows, yellow waves spilling across the pillow. "You're pretty amazing, you know?" she says, reaching out to cup his cheek. He leans into her touch, the Andalite kiss making him think of home. Her smile falters. "Sometimes I wonder . . . why you stay."
He looks at her, brow furrowing.
"I mean, you're an alien. You're brilliant and you're unique and . . . why me?"
With a snort, he rolls over onto his back. "Why me?" he echoes. "I'm a coward. I ran away from my own people. I'm broken and without me you could be a normal human girl."
"What fun is normal?" she says, and he chuckles half-heartedly.
"Maybe love is not needing a reason to love someone," he ventures, stroking her cheek absently.
She smiles, white teeth flashing in the dim light. "I love it when you try to be all philosophical." She rolls over to press her lips to his forehead. "I love you, idiot."
His eyes close under her touch. "Love you too."
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